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Submitted to Contest #308
The Week of Trust Festival started with the Naked Sunday.Tourists loved it. Locals preferred to stay in.Guards went around fully armed, but, ahem, naked underneath the steel, catching the frolicking teens and ushering them back home. Needless to say, there was essentially nobody out in the streets on Naked Sundays, except those wackos who wanted to test their trust in the world.So there wasn’t any reason for Thornema Sway of the String to be out that day. Especially taking into consideration her job. People did not find it encouraging to com...
Submitted to Contest #306
This is our approximate translation of a document, to be verified upon linguistic research updates. The numbers are subject to clarification. The only numbers our team was able to confirm are dates.Science Journal of Mu K*, star date two-thousand–and-three. <missing entries here> Day 7 of Noted Observation.Using the necessary precautions (tier three physical and four biocontaminant) I approached the aforementioned creature. It is nothing we have ever encountered. The depictions are subject to amendments and will be separately documente...
Submitted to Contest #301
In a Fire Overseers’ tower, full of nothing but stairs, there was an attic room for recess, right under the rooftop. It was just a lazy hour before noon, streets of the capital already sweltering under the uncharacteristically insistent April sun. Currently the shift of the firefighters consisted of two differently blond men employing their skills in avoiding the anxiety build-up that was inevitable during the recess-time in their line of work.“Gonna make coffee,” the whiter blond stood to take a briki. He shuffled towards the other man who ...
Submitted to Contest #296
Her morning began with a blow to the eye, delivered by her son’s cute heel. That wasn’t unusual, but it hurt a lot. She went to apply ice. On her hip the little one tried to tear her hair out.She looked at the talisman on the wall. It appeared scorched. She sighed - it meant it was wasted, because it caught too many immaterial entities. Someone had been watching a chain of nightmares. Could be her.Her husband asked her when breakfast was. She mumbled something, hiding her irritation and starting the kitchen routine awkwardly. Left hand - son...
Submitted to Contest #295
Her name was Olga and all her family was into historical studies. Her father was an archeologist stationed in the Jubilee system, researching the protobiogenesis of the third planet in there for the last few years. Her mother was a xenoethnologist, specializing in mono-theistic societies. Her grandma was a protolinguist and her current obsession might be called “Babushkas”, because she suddenly was finding herself severely into chastushki short songs, printing contemporized nesting dolls and wearing obnoxiously red headdresses she called “pl...
Submitted to Contest #286
Every year there was a big gathering at the Saint Mary’s Cemetery. A positively unlikely event, considering it wasn’t a funeral. They paid the gazebo rent quite a good penny so the attendant didn’t mind them.This year they were the most numerous, twenty people and counting. One of them brought a suitcase, which pinged at the metal detector frame. The man was sturdy and business-looking, so the sudden scare seemed to make him look boyish and younger than he probably was. They were all of a certain age, when people normally lose their connecti...
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